Chapter 6
Georgie climbed out of bed slowly, searching for the noise that had woken her up. She knew it was her cell phone but she'd thought it was downstairs in her purse on the desk. At least, that was the last place she remembered seeing it.
She continued to look around the room, eventually spotting the object in question sitting on the dresser near the door. She walked over to it and opened her purse, snatching her phone from inside and answering it with a hint of annoyance.
"Hello?"
"Georgie." Diego's smooth voice fluttered into her ear. "We really need to talk. Is there any way you can meet me on the docks in a few minutes?"
She knew she shouldn't do this and she had the distinct feeling that she should tell him where to shove his offer. Mac had always told her to trust her gut and right now she knew she shouldn't be anywhere near Diego. But the nagging voice in her head, the one that allowed the curiosity to enter her mind, got the better of her and won. "I'll be there."
As she hung her phone up from the call she cursed herself every name in the book, knowing that she shouldn't have told him she'd meet him on the docks. She knew something bad was coming, she knew it. She could feel it in her bones.
"Dillon!" She yelled, walking out of their room and making her way down the stairs to search for her husband. "Dillon!" She tried again once she reached the bottom landing.
Silence.
"Dillon." She called out his name again, this time however, she didn't yell it. She walked over to the desk near the door, searching for any indication that Dillon was busy with the papers Jason had brought over late the night before.
Her eyes skimmed the top of the desk and she noted that if Dillon had left it must have been in a hurry since all of his papers were scattered everywhere. She was about to turn around and search the entire penthouse for him again when her name etched on a piece of paper caught her eye.
Recognizing her name in the scribble Dillon called handwriting, she reached for the piece of paper, pulling it up so she could read it.
Georgie,
Jason called and asked me to run another errand for him. It won't take long so relax, I'll be back soon!
-Dillon
Georgie smiled at her husband's name. He always took great pride in trying to sign his name as sloppy as possible so that when he finally became the director he wanted to be, he wouldn't have to practice at it since he'd already have it mastered.
Her finger brushed over his name, the tip of her index finger slowly running across the black ink he'd signed his name in. Her mind chose that moment to remind her that she had to go if she wanted to meet Diego and find out what exactly was going on so she folded the note up and held it securely in her hand as she made her way up the stairs to get dressed.
Once she entered her room she walked over to hers and Dillon's dresser, opening the top drawer – her half undergarments, half junk drawer – and placed the note on top of the rest of the pile. Any time that Dillon had written her a note she'd kept it. For some reason she didn't want to part with anything he gave her, she wanted to cherish it all forever.
She grabbed a bra out of the drawer before closing it and riffling through the other drawers for something to wear. She made a mental note to herself that after she met with Diego she had to find Dillon so they could go to her appointment at the clinic downtown. She'd called them yesterday while Dillon was working for Jason and had completely forgotten to tell him about her appointment.
She shrugged, looking down at herself, deciding that she didn't need to impress anyone. She was comfortable and that was all that mattered.
Five minutes later the door to the penthouse shut and Georgie was on her way to the docks.
"Dillon."
He turned at the sound of his name, spotting Lulu immediately. She sat on the bench, her legs crossed ever so slightly in front of her to prevent anyone seeing up her short dress and smiled up at him, motioning for him to take a seat.
"Lulu." He smiled at her, sitting on the bench. "What are you doing on the docks?"
"I needed to get away from the Quatermaine's. They're driving me nuts. Tracy blames me for you moving out. How that's even possible, I don't know. But according to Tracy, it's all my fault." She smiled at Dillon as she rolled her eyes.
"I moved out to live with my wife." Dillon rolled his own eyes. "For someone so smart, my mom can be so stubborn sometimes. She knows exactly why I moved out and she blames it all on you." He paused. "Even if Georgie and I hadn't gotten married, I would have moved out as soon as I could anyway. I hated living there."
"I know." Lulu said quietly. "I hate it there too. But, it's even worse now that you're gone."
"Things weren't too bad before my mom moved in, but once she came back to town it got so much worse." He turned his head, grinning suddenly at Lulu. "It got better when you moved in and I really enjoyed hanging out with you at the Q's."
"Me too." She quipped back immediately, wanting him to know that she enjoyed his company. She did, she loved being around Dillon. He actually paid attention to her and made her feel wanted. He made her feel special. And that was why she had to get him away from Georgie because she wanted that feeling all the time. She didn't want to have to share him. "We had a lot of good times didn't we?" She stood from the bench, pacing along the docks.
"We did." He stood as well, walking over to Lulu and pacing along side her.
"Dillon…" His name trailed off when she felt her cell phone vibrate from its place in her right pants pocket. She smiled to herself, knowing what she had to do. She didn't even have to look at her phone, she knew it was Diego telling her that he and Georgie were there.
She'd told him to have Georgie meet him on the docks but the plan was for him to catch Georgie before she got there so she could get the part following Georgie's arrival just right. This was her last chance at getting Dillon and she had to take it.
Dillon stopped pacing and was staring at her, waiting for her to continue speaking.
Lulu didn't speak, she reached up and snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her. Her lips collided with his and she tightened her hold on him.
Georgie walked around the corner with Diego beside her and she looked down at the docks, making sure they were alone. She stopped in her tracks when she spotted Dillon and Lulu pacing back and forth on the docks, talking. Her breath caught in her throat and she stood silent, watching as Lulu's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
The minute their lips touched, Georgie turned around and walked away from the docks. Dillon could have stopped the kiss before their lips were even an inch from each other and he didn't. He let her pull him down to kiss him.
Diego turned around as well, following Georgie away from the docks – the two of them missing Dillon push Lulu away from him.
"Lulu!" Dillon's voice was rough and his eyes began to light with anger as his fingers dug into her upper arms. "What the hell are you doing?"
Georgie smiled at the receptionist once more before turning around and sitting in an empty seat, waiting for her name to be called.
After getting far enough away from the docks she'd told Diego she needed to be alone and had gone to Kelly's to find her sister Maxie. Maxie was usually at Kelly's unless she was working and since she knew her sister didn't have to work today, she knew she'd be there. She asked Maxie to drop her off at the clinic downtown and Maxie readily agreed since she owed Georgie for covering a few of her shifts for her. And as she sat in the comfortable leather seats of her sister's car – the one that Mac said was supposed to be hers but had been given to Maxie instead – she told her she was pregnant and that she was on her way to get her first ultrasound.
Maxie had been a great sister to her, understanding and sympathetic – especially with what she'd just witnesses on the docks. She'd even asked her if she wanted company at the doctors. Georgie assured her that she was fine and while the offer was kind, she needed the time to herself.
Maxie dropped her off in the parking lot and had made her promise to call her when she was ready to go home. She didn't want her walking all the way home alone, especially since she was pregnant.
"Georgie Jones."
She snapped up at the sound of her name. They said this place was anonymous and that they would keep her name and information confidential while on a need to know basis. They never said they would be calling it out in front of everyone in the waiting room!
She stood silently, walking over to the nurse and glaring at her as she did so. She didn't want anyone to know she was here and this lady just ruined that for her. She got a good look at her nametag before the woman turned and motioned for her to follow. Jill was her name. Well, thank you Jill, Georgie glared at the woman's back.
Georgie followed Jill into one of the rooms at the end of the hallway and sat on the bed, making herself comfortable as Jill sat in the doctor's chair, getting out her little computer that took over the role of clipboards in hospitals and doctor's offices.
"Miss Jones, I'm Jill. I was the one who spoke to your husband the other day and told him you are pregnant. Today we are going to need to get some more information from you and then the doctor will be in to give you your first ultrasound."
"You called the other day?" She couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice. "Aren't you a nurse? I thought that it was someone else's job to do the calling."
"No." Jill shook her head, her naturally red hair swaying from side to side. "Usually it's the receptionist's job to make house calls, but she was on break at the time and we had just gotten your results in and I wanted to give them to you right away. I don't make house calls that often, but it's not something I'm foreign to either."
"Oh." Georgie's brown eyes linked with Jill's green ones. "I- I didn't know, thank you for telling me."
"No problem." Jill flashed her a quick smile before looking down at the tiny computers screen. The computer was about half the size of a normal laptop and was extremely light. Since they converted to computers instead of paperwork and they had to lug the thing around all day, it had to be light. "Okay…" Jill glanced up at Georgie once more before looking back down at the screen. "What was the date of your last menstruation cycle?"
"Um…" Georgie looked up at the ceiling, trying to think of when she had her last period. In all fairness, it wasn't as if she wrote down when she got it and when she didn't. She couldn't remember when the last time she'd had her period. She knew it had been a while though, at least a month or two. "I don't remember." She relented at last. "I know it's been a while."
"Okay." Jill clicked around on the computer for a minute before she asked Georgie another question. And another. And another.
Georgie spent the next five minutes giving the nurse all of the information she asked for and then five minutes after the nurse departed, the doctor walked in.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Harley." She shook Georgie's hand gently before walking over to a machine that was in the corner of the room. Georgie did a double take as the woman wheeled it closer to her. How had she missed that? "Are you ready for your ultrasound?"
Georgie pursed her lips into a thin line, nodding at the doctor.
Doctor Harley smiled at her and reached for the gel on the nearby counter. "Lift up your shirt, please. And then lay down." Georgie did as the woman instructed her to before laying down on the bed as comfortably as she could. "This is going to feel really weird." She warned Georgie before smearing some of the cold gel across her stomach. When she felt that the amount of gel was sufficient she pulled away and walked over to the sink, washing her hands and putting the gel where she had found it.
She walked back over to Georgie and pulled out the transducer from the side of the machine, placing it on Georgie's abdomen. Almost immediately the baby's heartbeat filled the quiet room, the thumping sound bouncing off the plain white walls.
"Between this ultrasound and your blood work, I'm going to say you're about fourteen weeks, which is a little over three months." Dr. Harley's eyes remained glued on the screen. "If you look here…" She waited until Georgie turned, her fascinated eyes landing on the screen. "You can see the baby is already taking shape. There's the baby's arms and legs. See them?"
Georgie nodded, still in awe that she could see her baby so clearly on the screen. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach but when she came in contact with the cold gel, she pulled it back. Seeing the baby on the screen made it even more real to her. And hearing her baby's heartbeat made her eyes water. All she had to do was look on the screen and there was her baby.
Hers and Dillon's baby.
She was here looking at their child on the screen, hearing its heartbeat and Dillon was on the docks playing tonsil hockey with Lulu. Not that it mattered now, but she hadn't even had the chance to tell Dillon about her appointment today since he was gone when she woke up this morning. And as mad as she was at him, she wished he was her right now with her, looking at their baby on the screen.
Georgie squinted at the screen suddenly. "Is he- Is he sucking on his thumb?"
"Or she." The doctor smiled at her. "And yes, it looks like your baby is sucking on their thumb."
She looked away from the screen, her gaze landing on the doctor. "When will I be able to know the sex of the baby?"
"You still have some time to go before you'll know that." Dr. Harley chuckled. "We can usually tell the sex of the fetus around four months. So in about three more weeks you can come back and we can find out. Unless you decide to go to a regular hospital…"
"I'm not sure what I'll be doing yet." Georgie smiled weakly at the woman. She and Dillon hadn't even gotten that far yet as far as the baby's care was concerned. "My husband and I haven't even known about the baby a week yet, so we are still trying to figure things out."
Doctor Harley nodded knowingly. "Well, from what I can see here, both you and the baby are fine. If you'd like to come back here in about three or four weeks, we can find out the sex of the baby. You aren't obligated to come back, you can see a doctor at the hospital if you'd like. Just as long as you see someone…"
"Thank you." Georgie nodded appreciatively at the caring doctor.
"It's my job." She smiled at the young woman, pulling the transducer off of Georgie's abdomen and wiping it off before placing it back on the side of the machine.
Georgie continued to stare at the doctor. "Do you think you can print out a picture of the baby? I'd really like one."
"Sure."
Georgie eyes landed on the screen again and she smiled at the stilled image the doctor had taken of her uterus before pulling the transducer off of her. Her baby.
"Here you are." The doctor handed her the picture and Georgie accepted it, staring at her baby once again. "After you get yourself all cleaned up, you can go to the bathroom. From the way you are wiggling, I know you really have to go."
"Well, they said that I had to come with a full bladder…" Georgie trailed off, accepting the towels the doctor handed her and she immediately began to rid herself of the sticky gel. Once she was clean she couldn't get off of the bed fast enough and the doctor called out directions for the bathroom when Georgie was in the doorway.
She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, the picture of her baby still in her hand. She looked down at it, rubbing a finger over the image of the baby growing in her stomach. She knew what she had to do. After she was done here, she was going home.
She and Dillon had to talk.
Georgie walked off the elevator and made a beeline for her penthouse, wasting no time in opening the door and closing it quietly behind her. She placed her purse, the picture of the baby and Doctor Harley's card on the desk just inside the door.
"Georgie."
She turned away from the desk, looking for a face to go with the voice and she spotted Dillon standing up from his spot on the stairs, walking over to her in quick strides.
"Thank God." He let out a relieved breath as he scooped her in his arms, hugging her tightly. "I was so worried."
Georgie held on for dear life, the tears already beginning to fall down her cheeks as she remembered when she'd seen him last. She'd seem him wrapped up in another woman's arms, his mouth glued to a mouth that wasn't hers.
"I was so worried." Dillon continued to murmur over and over.
Not knowing what else to do, Georgie cried harder and held onto her husband tighter. They'd talk soon, she reasoned with herself, but right now all she wanted to do was hold onto her husband.
